Stolen Choices Chapter 7

 Chapter 7

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Elijah had been right. Engrossing himself in work had done the job. Days passed and before he knew it Elijah had told him Mateo needed his time. Had been at the most inopportune time, because some of the Sectors Vampires where there for visits and needed smozzing and settling down. Their tempers were flaring over Enapay stirring up the humans under their thumbs. Their description had stirred up his own anger and had him levitating over them until they backed down. Over the years since the Sector Vampires had taken over he had never thought any of them viewed humans as people for them to control. That was not how he ever dreamed of anyone being treated. If that was how the Sector Vampires made the humans feel then there was no wonder Enapay spoke so harshly about him and his race.

“Uh oh.” Mateo frowned over at Elijah. “What has him with his mid-red glaring eyes.”

Were they? He turned his head towards the mirror he kept hanging over the fireplace in his office. His eyes looked normal to him. Little more intense maybe, but . . .

“Rough meeting before you arrived.” Elijah sat his computer up on the table and then grabbed his tablet from the side table. “Ready when you are, Javis.”

From the multiple stacks of papers that Mateo laid across the table, Javis wasn’t sure if he was ready for what rested ahead of him. Enapay either had a complicated past or someone in his family did. Either case, Mateo had some major dirt on him or someone for him to use to get to him. Either case . . . Javis would be manipulating Enapay into leaving his ideals to himself for the safety of his own self or someone he cared for.

Sickening. Despicable. Disgraceful. Not him. Tactics he despised. It was one thing to go after someone who was a horrible, lousy being to begin with. Or someone who would use his own family to gain the upper hand. Even then, Javis would not go after some innocent person in his or her life. That was below low and . . . Tore him in half each time he’d had to do so. And there was something about . . . Javis hadn’t even seen what Mateo had discovered on Enapay, but his insides quaked at the mere thought of seing the deep personal side of the man. Felt like an invasion into . . . 

Stupid. Javis had never met the man. Never even heard him speak in person, but something about him had grabbed ahold of his heart and wrapped it around him. Not that Javis could allow himself to pay attention to that. He had a job to do and that was all that mattered. He had orders. The Royal Blood Society leader had not gotten back to him about how to handle Enapay, which meant he had not direct direction to go. He had to play things by ear. Get all information and see what came to his mind at that point. Play it by ear. See how he would handle things himself without any orders given. Be a different approach, but one he would welcome.

“What do you have?” Javis slid into the seat in front of his computer.

“Not as much as it looks like.” Mateo pulled a chair out and turned it around backwards. “He has no family. Few friends. None close enough that I think we could use against him, but then I think we could use a complete stranger against him.”

Other words, Enapay had a heart of gold when it came to anyone. He despised anyone being harmed and would rescue anyone if he could. Damn. Good and bad.

“He recycles like crazy. He drives an electric car once or twice a week. Rest of the time he rides a bike or walks everywhere he goes. Eats mainly from his own garden and buys from the farmers market the fish market the rest of the time.”

Do-gooder all the way around. What of that could be used against Enapay? None. Sounded like a solid human. being who deserved a gold medal for living the best life a person could. Better one than most did. One that would give him a long life, which was good for him. Gave him more time to come to terms with him having to choose a Vampire to Sire him.

If he ever could? Doubted that would be possible. Enapay was deadset on getting him out of the office and returning . . . What did he wish to do if he got me out of the office?

“You found something. What?”

“When he passed the Bar, his first big time client with Lawson and Lawson Law firm was Mr. TNT.”

Crap. How did someone with such a clean lifestyle end up with someone with the likes of Timmothy Nathan Tanker. Bad news followed that fool wherever he went. And what did he have to do with Enapay.

“Is he mixed with Enapay and these speeches?”